It happened so quickly, and a crisp sound could be heard.
Just as the Yowellâs thought that even if Alex Rockefeller didnât die, that he might lose a limb, Alex
suddenly extended a hand and pinched Liam Yowellâs sword with two fingers.
The sword stopped ten centimeters away from Alex.
âWhat?â
âDid he actually use two fingers to stop the sword?!â
âThatâs terrifying. Who the hell is this man?â
The entire Yowell family was dumbfounded.
Michelle Yowellâs eyes nearly popped out of her head. She knew that Liam was very close to achieving
Mystic-rank. The might of his sword was much greater than Colin Yowellâs hammer. Could this man
going by the name of Rockefeller be a Mystic-rank martial artist?
Wasnât he a little too young?
Even if he started training in his motherâs womb, he couldnât possibly be this strong.
âI told you. You canât beat me,â Alex said blandly before snatching the sword and stabbing it into solid
rock.
He made it seem as if he was slicing through butter.
âLiam, get out of the way. Let me fight him!â Keith yelled loudly as he made his way forward.
âStop, Mr. Yowell! If you go over the limit today, youâll lose your life!â James Coney quickly stepped
forward to stop the fight.
Dr. Cheryl, on the other hand, rushed over to Alex. âAlex, are you okay? You scared me. Does your
hand hurt?â she asked worriedly before grabbing his hand and examining it.
âDr. Cheryl, why are you here?â Alex chuckled, acting as if he had just finished a round of badminton.
However, he soon noticed tears in Dr. Cherylâs eyes.
She was in so much anxiety that she started crying.
Meanwhile, Keith Yowell looked at James with surprise before turning to face Dr. Cheryl and Alex. âDr.
Coney, you know him?â Keith asked.
James was not aware if there was any bad blood between Alex and the Yowell family. But he
subconsciously felt that Alex couldnât possibly defeat the Yowells. If things turned for the worse, Alex
would only be the losing party.
âMr. Yowell, this is the legendary doctor I mentioned earlier, Alex⦠To be precise, heâs my teacher,â
James hurriedly said.
During such times, James needed to make Alex sound slightly commendable.
James wasnât exactly lying. Alex had taught him the Thirteen Acupunctures of Hell. To a certain degree,
Alex really was his teacher.
As soon as James said this, the Yowells gasped in shock.
James was nearly eighty years old. His teacher would have probably been at least over a hundred now.
Could this young man before them actually be over a hundred years old?
âJames, are you lying to me?â Keith asked, his tone hostile.
âOf course not. Mr. Rockefeller really did teach me medical skills. I respect him as my teacher. And yes,
thatâs true. Mr. Yowell, if anyone was to help you recover, itâs Mr. Rockefeller,â James replied calmly.
The Yowell family members were all stunned.
Michelleâs eyes were wide open in disbelief. âDoes he have medical skills? Iâm the first person to doubt
that. This fellow is full of nonsense. He even said Iâm sick and that I wouldnât live past this year!â
âWhat?â Keithâs facial expression changed. He loved Michelle the most. âWhat proof do you have?â
Keith asked.
âDo I need to provide you with proof? Iâm not here to check your health. Iâm here to get my money back.
But what surprises me most is that all of you from the Yowell family are going to lead short lives. Old
man, you only have three days left,â Alex replied with a nonchalant gaze.